Page 128 of Sparks Fly
“Fucking Colin,” I mutter as I lose myself in work.
I haveno idea how long I have been staring at my screen but my eyes feel dry. Reaching up, I stretch my back out just as someone knocks on the door. I turn to see Creed. My lips press into a huge smile as I stand from my desk, running towards him and leaping into his arms.
“Hey, Ace,” he mutters into my neck.
“Hey right back,” I whisper as his lips move to mine, kissing me slowly.
“Why you working so late?”
I roll my eyes. “The boss.”
“Your boss sounds like an asshole,” he murmurs against my lips.
“He is.” I sigh, as he drops lowers himself on the sofa, dragging me on his lap.
“You doing okay?” he asks me, his eyes flitting over my face and I nod.
“How about you? Is Royce okay?”
I don’t miss the way he sighs heavily, running his hand around the back of his neck and tilting his head to the side.
“I’ll take that as a no.”
He shrugs “He is, but he is also still angry.”
“Makes sense,” I mumble.
“He shouldn’t have spoken to Glenn like that.”
“I agree. That temper will get him into trouble soon.”
“If he wasn’t my son…” He trails off and I sigh.
“Thing is.” I play with the buttons of his polo, teasing my fingertips over his skin through the gaps. “People know that you won’t do any more than tell him off because heisyour son.”
He flicks his gaze down.
“I don’t mean to sound like that, but if that was Kai…”
His hands clasp my face, holding my gaze. “No more work talk,” he whispers, kissing me.
His hands are traveling, and within minutes I am riding him in my office, knowing full well we are risking getting caught, but in the moment, neither of us care.
Not one bit.
Standing in the garage,me and my team are trying to capture as much as we can. Both drivers made it to Q3, in P5 and P6, and this is the first time this season that this has happened. Max and Carlos come and congratulate the boys before walking towards the press and I know I need to usher Royce and Kai that way.
I look at Nora and she is jogging towards us as she leans in and whispers something in Royce’s ear, most likely to keep his cool. There was nearly an incident with another driver that could have ended the qualifying in a red flag. Luckily it was only a yellow and the track was cleared of debris. It was more their car than ours, but Royce will need a new front wing.
I step back and watch as Nora disappears with both drivers, their managers hot on their heels.
“Well, that was exhilarating.” Rue places her hand to her forehead.
“Let’s hope the race is just as exciting.” I nudge into her gently and walk towards the café area of the motorhome. It’s past ten in the evening and coffee isn’t ideal, but I am desperate for a caffeine kick.
“Hungry?” I ask her and she shakes her head. I grab us two coffees and a cake to share before find a table in the corner.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” I ask, dragging the chair out and placing the cake in the middle. Rue takes a seats opposite me.
